Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.